Local boys Patrick “Mule” Mulholland (above, center), Keith Buhler (right) and Eduardo “Eddy” Cintanello (left) formed their popular singing ensemble soon after their graduation from Olney High in 1969. War was raging in Vietnam but back here in the good old “O-Zone” (as Olney’s young people even then referred to their native beloved “hood”) it was party-time all the time wherever these three young scamps lit up the scene. Soon they landed the regular Tuesday “Young Folks’ Night" gig at the Schwarzwald Inn, and delighted the “in crowd” with their scalding renditions of top hits like “Baby I’m-a Want You”, “Papa Was a Rolling Stone”, “Seven Rooms of Gloom” and “Judy in Disguise”.
When not wowing the young set at the Schwarzwald, Patrick, Keith & Eddy (or “PK&E” as their fans dubbed them) kept busy as bees playing weddings, bar mitzvahs, sweet sixteens and anniversaries. People were amazed at the orchestral sounds this awesome threesome (Patrick: baritone voice and electric bass; Keith: tenor voice, keyboards and drum machine; Eddy: incredibly deep bass voice and electric guitars) could fill even the largest VFW hall with.
All went well until the notorious “Greenberg Wedding Incident" of June, 1974. Apparently the lads’ tearjerking version of “We’ve Only Just Begun” as their final encore of the evening was so intense that the ladies just couldn’t take it any more. In the parking lot of the Lord Cheltenham Tavern later that night the boys entertained, in their ’67 Volkswagen “tour bus”, not only three of the bridesmaids but the bride herself. So far, so good, the sort of story the guys could have dined out on for life, except for the fact that the unlocked rear doors of the van were suddenly thrown open by the very drunk Charles “Chuck” Greenberg, the groom himself, with several of his Temple University wrestling team buddies.
Nobody ever said that Patrick, Keith & Eddy couldn’t sing and play. They could definitely sing and oh boy did they know how to play. But they sure as hell didn’t know how to fight. After an average of three months in the hospital for each of the boys, and several more months of gentle convalescence, it was almost a year before the lads felt able to start performing again.
In that year though a new craze had begun to sweep the nation: disco. The boys knew that in order to compete they would have to change their act. Adapting the look was a mere matter of a trip down to Krass Brothers for some new white polyester suits, and adapting their sound was no issue at all for these rapscallions who had previously gone from a Temptations cover to an Elvis tune to a Bobby Goldsboro ballad to "Stairway to Heaven" all in the same medley without batting an eyelash.
The problem was this damned new obsession with dance. Performers were now expected to execute the most fantastic choreography whilst singing and playing. What could Patrick, Keith & Eddy do, Patrick having had both kneecaps broken, Keith having lost his left leg above the knee, and Eddy now able to walk only with the aid of crutches?
Reluctantly, they changed their name to “The Gimps” and an exciting new era began for the band once known, and remembered fondly, as Patrick, Keith & Eddy.
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Here was a Patrick, Keith & Eddy audience fave back in the day: